About a girl nick named America
on the 4th of July:
To explode in the night sky
and sparkle and descend
as dying embers, kept alive
by your starstruck face
as you turn and sway
an american flag earlier in the day...
To cheers and wonderment off camera
as you are isolated in frame,
not alone in spirits but united
like the 50 states we have all
made our home as immigrants
in the past built upon the hardships
and toil that built a nation
not of one but of many
who in spirit should these truths
to be self evident
that we as a world power
shall one day unite the world
as one and not as many
along the worldly divide
so much that even language
separate but upon a distant future
our lilt of speech
will speak volumes
like national anthems
of worldly peace and never war
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem